Fleurs, 1905, Odilon Redon
Rene Magritte | The Double Secret | 1927
Devendra Banhart by Ana Kras
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
I’d like to think that I meant something to someone once
|—||Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)|